Temptation is a mother

I just realized my background is the same as Amber's. It would appear that I'm copying her, so I need to change that. Trouble is, I don't feel like messing with my settings right now.

Speaking of Amber, she freaking tore it up last night at her dance performance at the old LA Fitness at Toco Hills. I'm sorry, that's going to be the name of it for a few years. I really wish now I didn't work until 8pm everynight because it looks like so much fun.

This weekend we celebrated Chandler's big 3-0. Saturday was lots of fun with drinks, gay boys and Designing Women on the tv. Sunday we took him to brunch and we were sitting on the patio at the restaurant and someone asked when Andy was going to arrive and in true Chandler fashion he pulled something out of his ass regarding our current surroundings and said "Well he's coming in a silver pick up truck full of lesbian midgets so if you see it..." Of course he's describing what he and I are witnessing at that exact moment and while he and I were gasping for air through our laughs, Lesley was clueless to the whole situation. It's not as funny in writing but needless to say we literally witnessed a big truck pull up and this big dude comes around and starts unloading these short people from the truck and setting them down on the pavement and yes they did look like lesbians. I mean, that happens everyday right?

Today while I was out running errands during my lunch hour, I was listening to 99X and Axle was talking to some dude and the dude was bragging about the famous people he's met and Axle busts out "Have you met Corky from Life Goes On? If you haven't met him you ain't shit." I about drove off the road and ironically I was driving past EMA where I know someone would appreciate that reference.

Bleh

I got an ugly reminder recently about the tendencies people have when reacting to situations they aren't prepared for and/or are unhappy about. It's mind boggling how many people walk around displacing their anger onto people they really have no business being upset with...and I keep reminding myself to rise above and realize that it's not me they are mad at, or it should not be in any case. Sorry for the cryptic talk, but I'd rather not get into certain specifics in a public forum. But you know what I'm talking about...it's the classic scenario of getting mad at the waiter when the cook burns your steak. That waiter had nothing to do with the preparation of the meal but often times they must become the punching bag.

I'm feeling a little weary but I will be fine.